I turned toward the shadows. Some guy had slipped in—tall, sharp, and absolutely radiating ‘don’t mess with me’ energy. 

His face? Ridiculously perfect. But right now, he looked like a storm ready to wreck everything. 

Silence hit the room like a slap. Then someone whispered, “M-Mr. Felton!” 

Boom. Chaos. 

Terrance Felton. The Felton family’s top dog. Straight-up Norwick royalty. 

One raised eyebrow from him could crash a company. Most of us wouldn’t even breathe the same air as him. 

People started whispering fast. Why the hell was he here? 

Only one person looked relieved—like she just spotted her personal hero. The girl ran straight into his arms, tears spilling. 

“Terrance! You know I didn’t mean to!” 

Mike’s dad, old and sly, jumped in first. 

“Mr. Felton! Big misunderstanding, that’s all!” 

He went in for a handshake. Terrance? Dodged it like nothing and locked eyes with Cecilia. 

“So many witnesses. Wouldn’t be fair to let this slide, right? Let’s just roll the security footage.” 

Cecilia froze like someone hit pause. 

She whipped toward Mike, panicked. “Babe, come on… no need for that. I swear it was an accident! I’m sorry!” 

Too late. 

Terrance didn’t even blink at her drama. One wave, and boom—security footage lit up the big screen. 

There she was, glaring daggers after spotting Mike all over some other girl. 

Too chicken to call him out, she zeroed in on the quietest target—Miss Felton. 

She stormed over and slammed into her, totally on purpose. The rest? Everyone already saw it live. 

Cecilia’s face went tomato red as the receipts played out. 

She looked at Mike, eyes screaming ‘do something.’ 

But Mike, barely clinging to his spot in the Spencer family, was already fuming. Getting dragged into this mess? That just lit the fuse. 

No shot he was bailing her out now. 

Terrance stayed cool. 

“If the Spencers have a problem with my sister, let’s just cancel all pending orders.” 

One line. That’s all it took to torch everything the Spencers had hustled for with the Feltons. 

Mike’s grandpa straight-up fainted. 

The room exploded. Everyone knew—you don’t cross Terrance Felton and walk away clean. 

They swarmed him with apologies, but Terrance didn’t even glance their way. Just took his sister and walked. 

Then, right as he passed me—he stopped. 

“You’re Demi Dawson?” 

I blinked. “You… know me?” 

First smile I’d seen from him all night. 

“You’re graceful. Composed. Thanks for standing up for Freya.” 

So that was her name—Freya. She lit up and begged to add me on socials. Like I was saying no to that—major win. 

As they walked off, she kept turning back. 

“Thank you! Let’s meet sometime!” 

Terrance gently pulled her along before she could keep rambling. 

Back inside, Mike had already hauled Cecilia out. The rest of the crowd? Still reeling. 

By tomorrow, this drama would be everywhere. 

Cecilia was toast—and honestly, she brought it on herself.